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Smartphone apps such as Grindr, Scruff or Recon are designed to make it easier for gay men to meet potential partners more quickly.According to background material provided in the study, Grindr, one of the first gay male "hook-up" apps, garnered 2.5 million new users in 2012, and by 2013 its makers said that Grindr had 6 million users in 192 countries worldwide.I spent the next week riding out a high fever accompanied by a truly disgusting cough.Fortunately, a large group of Aussie friends were occupying the adjacent bungalows.The method of finding sexual partners had no effect on the risk of being infected with syphilis or HIV, the virus that causes AIDS, however.The men most likely to use those apps included well-educated men younger than 40, whites and Asian-Americans, and users of recreational drugs such as ecstasy and cocaine, the study found."Technology is redefining sex on demand," the researchers wrote.Even at midnight, you just log on, order, and wait 60 minutes. My therapist Sande, who has been with the company since it was founded in 2013, raves about it from a worker’s perspective (unlike at salons, massage therapists with Soothe keep 60% of the booking) and from the customer’s perspective.

More used to evenings on the sofa with my eight- to 18-year-olds, these dates – and the fact I was even back in the dating pool – felt humiliating and upsetting.

As a 48-year-old mother of four, you can imagine that logging on to this dating app felt like a last resort – strange, weird and somewhat desperate. My friends and family, as well as my children, would have been horrified, given its tawdry reputation for anonymous “hook‑ups” – one only strengthened, this week, by several studies linking it to a huge upsurge in rates of sexually transmitted diseases.

Blissfully ignorant of this link at the time, I had been somewhat buoyed by a different set of statistics, which showed that the app wasn’t just a hit with the young, free and single, but the middle-aged as well.

In between drinking copious amounts of beer, they took care of me, bringing me water, Gatorade, and medicine.

Even in my sweaty, phlegmy, semi-delirious state, I noted that one of them — a devastatingly handsome, sweet-natured guy I’ll call H — seemed to be dropping by more frequently than the others.